Contrition

Throughout my life, I’ve sought to be
As upright as the sun at noon,
But something must be wrong with me;
I take too long or quit too soon.

And so I go from day to day
Committing lots of micro-crimes:
I neither strive to earn my pay
Nor celebrate my life and times.

Instead, I’ll only loaf around
And criticise the goings-on
Of those whose reason’s far from sound
As if their “tiny minds” have gone.

And yet it’s me who’s in the wrong.
I wish I’d known that all along.

Photo by Akshar Dave🌻 on Unsplash

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